GREAT UNCLE WEST
GREAT UNCLE WEST
Small talk and decisions over. I sat back to enjoy my 1st cup of coffee. There’s something about the 1st cup it’s always the best. I was engrossed in the picture of my Great Grandmother. There were other photos, one of a family group, I didn’t recognize anyone. And there was a picture of my Great Uncle West. He was in his Sunday best, he looked good. It’s been said; that he borrowed that suit from a friend to have his picture took. What I found amusing was that Great Grandma was hung just enough higher than Great Uncle West, so it seemed she was looking down on him which; I’ve been told she did in real life.
You see Great Uncle West was the family clown and nerdeewell. I’ve been told he could make up a batch of “shine” that was as smooth as silk and as soft as satin. With the kick of a Mo. mule and would warm you from the crown of your head to the soles of your feet. He was a jack of all trades and the master of none. And he would work harder for a good partial joke, than he would for a days pay. He loved to dance and play the fiddle, and could do both at the same time.
He had few enemies, and lots of friends, but his few enemies were stronger than all his friends. He was always there and fun to be around, but if you had a need, West couldn’t be found.
Great Grandma is supposed to have said West would end up in a whiskey barrel. Wouldn’t she be surprised to know they both were hanging in a cracker barrel?
© Prof Don T. Nomuch 2006
Small talk and decisions over. I sat back to enjoy my 1st cup of coffee. There’s something about the 1st cup it’s always the best. I was engrossed in the picture of my Great Grandmother. There were other photos, one of a family group, I didn’t recognize anyone. And there was a picture of my Great Uncle West. He was in his Sunday best, he looked good. It’s been said; that he borrowed that suit from a friend to have his picture took. What I found amusing was that Great Grandma was hung just enough higher than Great Uncle West, so it seemed she was looking down on him which; I’ve been told she did in real life.
You see Great Uncle West was the family clown and nerdeewell. I’ve been told he could make up a batch of “shine” that was as smooth as silk and as soft as satin. With the kick of a Mo. mule and would warm you from the crown of your head to the soles of your feet. He was a jack of all trades and the master of none. And he would work harder for a good partial joke, than he would for a days pay. He loved to dance and play the fiddle, and could do both at the same time.
He had few enemies, and lots of friends, but his few enemies were stronger than all his friends. He was always there and fun to be around, but if you had a need, West couldn’t be found.
Great Grandma is supposed to have said West would end up in a whiskey barrel. Wouldn’t she be surprised to know they both were hanging in a cracker barrel?
© Prof Don T. Nomuch 2006
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